Shaman from Afar

The body seemed to have been drained of energy, and there were still convulsive pains in the chest, stimulating the nerves again and again as if to tear him completely.

"you're awake."

The icy voice is not like asking, it is more like a calm narrative of a fact.

The **** knight tried to open his eyes, and the blurred vision gradually focused on the figure in front of him. After confirming the identity of the other party, he looked away and looked around.

Withered yellow weeds, and a few gradually dying trees, there is an open wilderness nearby, and a town built around the hill can be seen not far away.

This is ... the outskirts of the furnace town?

Farnesses was sitting beside him, holding a spread of the "Holy Cross", his right index finger pressed against the yellowed pages, as if praying in the morning.

At this time, the adult bishop had already taken off the gold-red bishop's costume, and put on a worn and faded pure black priest's uniform. A wooden holy cross pendant hung on his chest. The wide hood almost completely covered him The face can only vaguely see the face with no expression under the hood.

With a slight sigh, the guard knight struggled to get up, and the memory seemed to stay at the moment before the coma:

"I lost, Master Farnesses; even with the blessing of the Holy Cross, I still lost to the blasphemy."

"That's not important." Farnesses didn't look up, still staring at the "Holy Cross" in his hand: "Lorento Turin is a very dangerous enemy, an enemy who is good at deception and disguise, facing him You ca n’t be too careful; but he is not our goal-at least for now, he is not. "

"But he recognized me and was still with His Highness Brandon de Salion, and they were also preparing to go to the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain."

The guard knight frowned slightly: "If this is true, this dangerous blasphemer will surely be a hindrance to you, as in Ebden."

"Then, he will be the test of the Holy Cross to us." Farnesses' tone was still bland:

"Faith without experiencing setbacks and hardening is worthless."

"Resume for a while, and let's go on the road until dawn." Farnesses said softly: "It's still far from the furnace town to the Fortress of the Boundary Mountains. Winter is coming, we don't have much time.

The guard knight was silent.

"what do you want to say?"

"I never had any doubts about your piety and choice, Master Farnesses." The guard knight spoke slowly: "Not once."

"But this time, the place you are going to is ... North."

Farnesses closed the Holy Cross in his hand and slowly looked up:

"Are you afraid?"

"Never." The guard knight's eyes remained firm: "I am a vower who has promised the" sword of oath "and is ready to sacrifice for the Holy Cross anytime, anywhere!"

"Then you should be afraid, because the Holy Cross is watching and testing us all the time-sometimes this kind of test is not just a simple sacrifice, it will make you face your own faith."

"Face ... Faith?"

The guard knight bit these two words.

"Even if it is death, it is still pale and weak in the face of such a test-when you have to resort to evil forces; when you see, what you hear is completely contrary to your beliefs; when you I ca n’t even prove that what I believe in is an absolute transcendent existence, maybe even not the embodiment of justice and light as you think ... ”

"Will you wholeheartedly defend your faith without any care?"

Farnesses' speech was extremely slow, and his meaningful eyes stared at the eyes of the guard knight for a long time-that was definitely not questioning and guidance, but more like seeking an answer.

After a moment, the hesitant guardian knight nodded solemnly and gave a speechless reply.

"At any time, I will be prepared to sacrifice for the Holy Cross." The guard knight paused, and also fell into some kind of thinking: "But I am afraid not all believers will think so, especially those ... ordinary people."

"So it is impossible to tell them all the truth-faith must be blind, too much knowledge will only make them lose their way in ignorance and arrogance."

"For this reason, all sources that cause confusion and confusion must be eliminated as much as possible. Too much kindness will only make the glory of the Holy Cross be questioned, opposed, and understood by them as self-righteous."

"Erasing these confusions is what we have to do."

Slowly standing up, his eyes turned to the horizon that was gradually brighter in the distance, and the corner of Fanesis's mouth trembling slightly under the hood:

"It's time to go."

Seeing the figure he was about to leave, the guard knight who remembered suddenly looked up: "Master Farnesses!"

The priest who silently turned back, waiting for his question.

"About the question just now." The guard knight licked his chapped lips:

"Have you ever ... confronted your faith directly?"

The expressionless Farnesses paused for a moment, and then made a move that seemed very incredible to the guardian knight:

He clasped his right arm tightly, staring at the bandaged right wrist, and his burning eyes seemed to penetrate everything:

"My test ... never stopped!"

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For Furnace Town and Furnace Academy, yesterday's night was longer than a year.

After the dean was forcibly arrested by Brandon de Salion, with the clues found by Isaac from the books and archives, the soldiers of the guard found a large amount of "non-existent" supplies from the warehouse, the amount was large enough to arm A whole legion is jaw-dropping.

What made them “stunned” was not that the dean ’s boss was actually corrupt—the foreman of many workshops and the mentors of the academy did n’t seem to be a little surprised by this, and they even noticed it a long time ago. What is the amount.

What is really terrible is that His Highness Brandon de Salion actually found evidence from the mountain of accounts and archives just overnight, and even the specific location of all the "blacklist" supplies!

Of course, they did n’t know that there was a talent like Isaac Grantham in the world that was so powerful that he could only remember the entire library ’s bibliographic genius in one day. His Highness Brandon doubted them from the beginning.

The asymmetry of the information and the inattentiveness of mental calculations mean that these honest Sakrans in Furnace Town have been ruthlessly "pitted" by their prince.

As for the dean, Brandon didn't really plan to treat him-after all, the other party was still a vassal of the elder brother in law. If he really digs out his eyes, it might be difficult to make sense.

But this is just Brandon's plan in accordance with his current situation. After all, this Highness once drove a big living person on a dirt plane. Things that he can't do in the world ... are really rare.

Naturally, the interrogation and the job for him to confess fell on Loren.

"First of all, let me declare that this is not what I asked for, but the work that His Highness Brandon hardened for me."

Looking at the dean locked in front of him, the dark-haired wizard who sat down reminded him of "good faith": "I believe you also understand-this was a carefully prepared plan from the beginning, and now we also have There is enough evidence to convict you, so it does n’t make sense to get entangled anymore, can you just do it? "

The dean stared coldly at the dark-haired wizard, looking dismissive.

Why don't you cry without seeing the coffin? With a sigh in his heart, Loren flipped his palm with a dagger in his right hand, and the tip of the knife rested firmly in front of his right eye less than a centimeter.

"Please do not consume my patience, Your Excellency Dean." Loren gradually lowered his voice: "I will give you one last chance, confession!"

"If you really feel that His Highness Brandon DeSalle dared not kill you, then it is really wrong-I saw it with his own eyes when he hanged the free nobles in Ebden, Do you need me to tell you what happened to that group of people? "

"Confession, I am a loyal and devoted courtier of the De Salion family, why should I confess?" The Dean sneered, UU read the book www.uukanshu. com didn't even fear the tip of the knife pointed at his eyes: "I see it, Brandon thinks I'm helping his brother deal with him, right?"

"Brandon ... Your Highness." Loren, who was cold, slowly closed his knife. "Please pay attention to your wording."

"Wording? You are a bunch of idiots!" The dean still has a disdainful attitude: "I can guarantee that Furnace Town has always been a loyal minister of the Dessarian family. We have never assisted any Dessarian family The prince dealt with another. "

"Who is your enemy?" Loren stared at him.

The dean sneered:

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